Up until now, Liliana did not once think about how she planned on facing Mr. Cavalier after he had asked, her out to dinner, and she declined. And the closer he got to the plane, the faster her heart beat.
Chamille placed Liliana first, then she stood next to her.
Both ladies clasped their hands before their bodies and smiled as he began climbing the stairs.
"Good morning Mr. Cavalier." Liliana greeted, followed by Chamille who repeated the same thing.
"Chamille." Frantz acknowledged, then simply brushed by them as he entered the jet.
Liliana suddenly felt her heart screech to a stop as her stomach dropped along with her spirit.
He ignored her and it felt like a slap to the face.
What shocked Liliana the most was the fact that she did not expect that from Mr. Cavalier. His rude actions caused a lump to suddenly form in her throat as she pursed her lips in hope of keeping her tears at bay.
It was as if she was hit with a bucket of cold water. The pain hitting deep in her heart.
Chamille noticed the shock and hurt in Liliana's eyes and she placed a soft hand on her back as she whispered "It's okay. Pick yourself up. This happens way more often than you think. I'll handle him as he settles down, you have to accompany me and observe, but you don't have to say anything."
Liliana feared just how shaky her voice would be if she spoke up, so instead she simply nodded.
Turning her back on Chamille, Liliana closed the door, and she latched it, she let out a shaky breath, praying that her tears would dry up, instead of pouring out onto her cheeks. She didn't need any further embarrassment for today.
When she was sure she could face Mr. Cavalier without making a scene, Liliana turned back to Chamille and flashed her a smile, then the ladies made their way to Mr. Cavalier.
The closer Liliana got to Mr. Cavalier, the more she felt a sudden anger rumble in her chest.
She never expected him to be so immature and petty, but if he wanted to play a hard ass, she wouldn't stick around for long.
When the ladies arrived, Mr. Cavalier was already buckled in. He sat in a laid-back posture, where he leaned onto his arm, his index finger resting on his lips.
Liliana held her chin up, her eyes looking just above his hair.
"Mr. Cavalier, we are getting ready for takeoff, are you ready?" Chamille asked, with a smile, and in her moment of weakness, Liliana flashed her eyes in his direction, but he completely ignored her and simply smiled to Chamille and said, kindly "yes, of course."
With a nod, Chamille made way to her chair, and Liliana followed suit, not sparing Mr. Cavalier another glance, who in turn simply smiled at her actions.
He gave Liliana attention, and she did not receive it, so now he would play it the hard way.
Mr. Cavalier would play this game until she was thirsty for him, and when she was most desperate, he would push a little more for good measure, then when she was at her breaking point, he'd give her what she yearned most. He would make sure she learned to never deny or resist him again.
That's how he planned on winning this game. And he was going to win.
When Liliana reached her seat, she felt the lump begin to diminish in her throat, and when both she and Chamille had buckled themselves, Liliana picked up the phone and alerted the pilot that they were ready to go.
During takeoff, Liliana closed her eyes tightly, but instantly regretted that action when she remembered her dream, followed by Mr. Cavalier's actions a few moments ago.
The moment the plane was leveled, Liliana excused herself and headed to the bathroom. She leaned over the sink and sighed shakily. The tears once again prickling her eyes, just as her nose burned.
She wasn't crying because of him, but rather the shock of his unexpected actions.
Chamille told her that he had good and bad days, but the fact that he was so pleasant towards Chamille and completely ignorant towards her, told Liliana that he did it on purpose.
Shaking off her disgruntled mood, Liliana took a deep breath and headed back to her seat.
"You okay hon?" Chamille asked, softly, and Liliana nodded as she replied, "yeah. Just had to breathe for a moment."
"Please tell me that I can still count on you to work with him." Chamille begged as she gave Liliana the puppy eyes, and she simply laughed and warned "for now yes, but if he pushes, he might just find himself without a hostess one day."
"I'll take it." Chamille cheered and Liliana laughed. Then Chamille checked on Mr. Cavalier, making sure that the takeoff was well, and that he didn't need anything for the next hour.
When Chamille returned to her seat, as the silence fell onto the two hostesses, Chamille immersed her brain in a word search puzzle, while Liliana continued reading The Immortal Rules.
The next hour passed in a flash, and soon Chamille asked, Liliana to go check on Mr. Cavalier.
Reluctantly, Liliana made her way to him, all the while preparing herself for another rejection she knew was coming from him.
"Mr. Cavalier, I do hope the flight has been comfortable so far. Is there anything you need at this moment? Maybe something to eat or drink?" Liliana spoke keeping her tone warm and pleasant. She was a professional after all.
But she received no response. Mr. Cavalier kept his eyes on his computer screen, his fingers typing away.
Liliana looked over at Chamille who was attentively watching their interaction.
Liliana took in a breath as she spoke "Mr. Cavalier-"
"Chamille?" He suddenly called out cutting her off, and Liliana gulped once again, the surprise causing her heart to jump and lodge in her throat.
"Chamille!" Mr. Cavalier called a bit more urgently, and Chamille jumped to her feet as she hurried to Mr. Cavalier and said, "Yes sir?"
"May I have a shot of Hennessy please?" He asked, in a kind tone.
"Of course sir." Chamille nodded, though the curiosity was not masked, in her face while she headed to the kitchen, and Liliana didn't even wait for his dismissal, she turned sharply and followed after Chamille.
"Girl what did you do to him?" Chamille asked, in a hushed tone.
"I don't know." Liliana replied, and Chamille simply hummed as she said, "well he has it out for you. I mean we haven't seen him all weekend, and our first trip was fine." Chamille began to analyze as she poured his drink, and that's when she realized Liliana was nervously biting her lip.
"Wait, you brought him his suit." Chamille pointed.
"Wh-what?" Liliana replied, suddenly out of breath.
"Oh my God, did something happen between you?" Chamille whisper-yelled.
"WHAT? NO!" Liliana replied, a little hysterically, though in a whispering voice.
"Oh My God, something did happen! Your face is as red as a tomato!" Chamille pointed, then she added "I'm going to bring him his drink, and when I come back, you have to spill the tea."
"I will do no such thing because there is no tea to spill. Nothing happened." Liliana stated, firmly.
"Mmh." Was Chamille's simple reply, as she grabbed the glass and made her way to Mr. Cavalier, who received her with a smile.
Liliana found herself rolling her eyes and huffing at Mr. Cavalier's actions.
She hated the bitter feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach as she looked at the way Frantz smiled at Chamille, and when they were both seated, Chamille turned to Liliana and said, "Alright, spill."
And Liliana gulped.